How I miss my sweet twin Island
Here a poem about d old time days
Childhood memories echo in my mind
running through the hallway
romping at night time
mischievous glares sent across the room
listening, in the air our foolish giggles loom
pillow fight and guava scooch
just to...

So just for fun I decided if EP was really about something it must have a TRINI group where we can all old talk about our culture.
Well look at this sure nuff there is a group with 1 kiss meh *** story... really people?? So nobody have a Damn thing to say huh?
Well I am in NYC...